Sidewalk Dinner

My apologies for the scant posting over the last couple days, been a bit busy busy busy. Also been walking quite a bit. Though without a camera handy. Today’s subject was good enough to bike back to after the fact. This, my friends, is six hamburgers and two orders of fries. Just sitting on the sidewalk. The only part of the bag left is that which is under the burgers themselves. It appears as though the bag was set down, lit on fire, and abandoned. The tops of all of the buns are charred, as are the edges of what bag remains. It looked to have been from the night before as I walked by in the afternoon, and I went back around nine to shoot it with a flash.

I’m not quite sure what to think. I guess I was trying to document it in some way. Showing it as it was. It was fun to play around with the external speedlight, positioning it every which way. For this shot I think I had the camera on the ground with a couple second timer. Pressed the button, got up and positioned the flash directly above the burgers, and *click*. It’s all just so strange…

It’s clear from what’s shown that it’s fast food. The burgers aren’t entirely distinctive, but it is confirmed by the fries container. The brand is Burger King, though only those who really pay attention to the fry packaging on their frequent Burger King expeditions could notice that. There was at least one cheese Whopper.

I’m not sure if I’m trying to say anything with it. Not yet anyway. Maybe some deeper meaning will hit me in a couple days or years. Mostly I was just intrigued by the whole thing. I stood over it for a minute maybe when I first came to it during the day. Before that I had paused to observe some fresh roadkill down the block. The night before that I walked home from Cambridge when a club’s line was too long, and had the most pleasant and serene hour of the week on a beautiful night with a light cool wind and fancy shoes. Haven’t walked at all lately until yesterday.

I’ll keep this brief, but while photographing this a rather haggard and angry person started yelling “get outta here!” I noticed him when he got closer, clearly talking to me. Waving his hands. He accused me of trying to rob the museum (this was outside the Museum of Fine Arts, on a less trafficked but well lit through way). He called me all sorts of vulgar things. Mind you I’m literally laying on the pavement in my flannel’n jeans, playing around with a camera. He slowly passed by, continuing to yell, and threatened to call the cops. And pulled out his phone and continued to threaten. I looked up about 15 seconds later and he was still waving his phone at me down the block. He eventually disappeared. I figured I’d just pay no mind to’em. He made no sense, so I was pretty sure it wouldn’t be worth it to even try to persuade him, much less argue about anything. Thankfully he was harmless.